Today's OneWord: Hollow

I hid inside a tree trunk because it was hollow, and I waited for the men dressed in shadows to pass by. Their boots made loud, scraping noises as their pointed toes ripped up the plants, tossing dirt and broken roots into the air like Mother Nature's confetti. I prayed there weren't spiders crawling around me in my shelter, but the smell of sap calmed me, like I was breathing in the odor of maple syrup at my father's cabin.